So this weekend was particularly emotionally draining; many hills and valleys. But, as someone once said that I can sadly not recall who said, "A bad day in London is still better than a good day anywhere else." I really believe that. So I was not very happy the morning of St. Paul's. I was honestly very excited about it, but the day and some other things have been weighing down on me so I was quite angsty. It was rainy and cold, we couldn't find the group, and I just wanted to get in to the cathedral. But eventually we did and it was giant and beautiful. I just tried to sit quietly by myself and let the cathedral heal me. As I've said before and I will express it again; I absolutely adore cathedrals. And I do find them quite healing. It was breathtaking and gigantically open inside. (Of course the entire time I'm singing Feed the Birds to myself.) We got to tour it so we went up and around, listening to the whispering wall and climbed over a thousand stairs to see the city from the tip top of St. Paul's. When I reached the top, all of my negative emotions were blown away by the wind at the top of the Cathedral. The view was spectacular. Sure it was windy, and not particularly warm, but I honestly could have cared less. I would have stayed up there the entire day - and night - that I loved it so much.
Walking around the Cathedral
View from the top
In the Golden Gallery
After our trip we took a trip to Primark. Which is ALWAYS an experience.
Yes I wore these shoes
I was going to model but we got in trouble for taking pictures. Oops.
The next day was a bit of a chill day until that night where we went to the Globe for Midsummer Night's Dream. We got there super early so that we could be almost directly in the center of the stage. The fairies and such, which is what I was most excited for, were not at ALL what I expected. Much more animalistic and I thought some of the interpretations were questionable. HOWEVER - the players were some of the funniest things I have EVER seen. Each one of them were so indivudualized and they had a clogging bit that was recurring. Though Bottom was different than I had ever imagined, he was quite old (Gray hair!) and scraggly, it was the greatest interpretation of the character I have ever seen. I was crying with laughter during the "play"- which was the funniest thing I have ever seen. Ever seen. I will never forget it. Peter, Bottom, and Francis Flute stole the entire show for me. Francis and Peter were two of the most hilarious, fantastic, and adorable performances I have ever seen on stage. I wish I could take video of it; I would watch it as much as Singing in the Rain and Nativity!!
Midsummer Set
The next day was Sunday, so I went to church which is always lovely. Though we were super super lost and super late. We met a super nice and quite attractive Englishmen that helped us get back on the right path. So we made it just in time for the second hour. Oh well, we honestly do try. It's all part of the experience.
That night we had a visit from another member of the stake presidency - President Chittock. He is an adorable old Englishmen. I want to marry a man like him so my children can have an adorably wonderful grandpa like him. It was the perfect epitome of the cute old Englishman stereotype; accent and all. But it was such a fantastic and intriguing fireside because it was all about London in the Blitz. He talked about his experiences during the Blitz, he was six at the time, so he talked about what it was like in the bomb shelters and in being sent away to Wales. I loved hearing about the air force in the war and feeling very proud and lovingly towards my Grandpa Irby. I wish I could see him in the museum.
Saw this while lost on the way to church
Someone decided to take of the round parts of all the "p"s as a joke. I laughed.
Saw this man on the tube. He was owning that outfit. And I loved it.
Terrible picture but that's Pres. Chittock. And my knees.
So those are my quick little snippits. On to travel week!
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